Wrote this poem a few days ago. It's very raw, but I was encouraged to share it with the world. The emotions I'm feeling aren't ones that I know any song for Compassion for my abuser Understanding for the one who hurt me Simultaneous anger and release from pain...
Wrapped in chains Locked to a stake You only share a God Because of their power Your body The only symbol Wrists torn through Nail wounds to hang from You only share a God Because of their power Your body The only symbol Children stolen Children murdered Children tortured This is your God A god...
I want to unite once again with poetry But I no longer cope Concocting false hope Projecting upon a limitless background The audacious human tendency To call his own perception, true reality When we exist as a near-infinite improbability I knew this, at once, when I was born. I knew I had been here before...
